Thorite knew what needed to be done. He was just afraid of doing it. But he had to get out of there. The Negaverse was dangerous and unwelcoming, and he wasn't the kind of guy to go around killing people anyway. The energy gathering had been... fine, he guessed, but killing? No, no, he was tired of those expectations. He needed to get out. He couldn't stay here anymore, with the wear and tear he was feeling in his soul in this horrible place.

All of it weighted him down. The... creatures, those awful things they called youma, that they had to work with. In that crazy Rift place. He shuddered at the memories, the feelings of his body shifting and changing, feeling exactly like every description that was ever in those Animorph books. The fear that he'd never be normal again. The sense of impending doom, like his life was over, he'd be killed any moment.

He rolled over in his bed, laying atop the covers, and stared at the little alarm clock on the tiny table beside his crappy little bed in the barracks. Sure, it was nice having a space to go to, but not with this oppressive atmosphere. Like every move was being watched. Like every little thing was scrutinized and checked for anything slightly off-key so they could take him and punish him for not being the best agent.

There were only two people he'd be sad to leave behind. They were so genuinely nice to him, it made him feel like crap that he was leaving without saying anything to their faces, but he couldn't do it anymore. He just couldn't.

He wrote two letters and set them on his pillow.

Albite—
I'm sorry to have to do this to you, love. But I can't stay here anymore. The Negaverse is just plain wrong. For everything that they do. I wish I could convince you to come with me, but I can tell I can't. We're just not compatible anymore. I need to leave, forever. You're one of the best people in here, and I hope that one day maybe you'll see the light and follow me out of the darkness that lurks here, but I can't stay here to pin my hopes on it. I just need to leave for my own health now.

I'll miss you.
Thorite

Sylvite—
You're an amazing leader, you know that? You care so deeply about us... It hurts to have to just leave like this, but I'm sure you'll understand when I say I can't be here anymore. It's not just what happened in the Rift, though. Staying here... I feel like I'm slowly being poisoned, deep in my soul, and I can't do that to myself anymore. Goes against a lot of my beliefs about my soul and G-d. I can't stick around. But none of it is because of you. You're a great person, really. I just hope that one day you'll look around and realize... this isn't where you want to be, either. I'll be there to help you, if you want to leave.

Good luck,
Thorite.

He didn't think they were anything perfect, but it was all he had. All he could do. Written in haste so he could make his exit as quickly as possible, leaving nothing hanging around before he left so nobody else could discover those letters before their time.

He shot a message to Albite and Sylvite about meeting together in his room, he had something for them, there, but without him, and, feeling guilty and scared but more light than ever, he exited Negaspace and started running. Exactly where to, he wasn't sure yet, but finding an Order person who wasn't anywhere near another Chaos one was the first step.